Dalmations

Everybody’s gotta learn sometime
That’s fine, I accept it, terms and conditions
But I’m finding it more and more difficult
To swallow the parameters of my position
When I’m left sallow, wishing
Got Beck breaking beats in the back
While I beckon spiritual ascension
Detention of mental frequencies
That we agreed was initially good for me
But it seems with each clenching and fission
Of spatial awareness and cognizance
Comes a relenting and derision of my
Original decision to maintain firm and fix shit
Continually doubting and hounding the man in the mirror
Not by error, but a misplaced sense of real worth
A surge of capacity for self-hatred that can only
Be placated by a certain conjunction of herbs
And honest words, miniscule blurbs that form the
Foundation of rational human stimulation and
Remind the humble that truth is youth, where
Innocence threatens to shoot, all that’s flaxen
Turns to soot, and bears the fruit as points grow moot
Everybody’s gotta learn sometime, the time is mine
And what started as formal articulation shifts to pantomime
Line after line is delivered out of time, misaligned
While I malign the four or five who kept trying to remind
That when most things are fair, the wicked remain blind
That kin transcends kind, with neurons to the grind
Sometimes it’s all we have to mind
And that’s all it ever is
Mind